Friday Night was the “Bell’s Dirty Dozen” tap takeover at Capital Ale House, so Colleen and I headed downtown for some good beers and a meatless dinner. The roads were clear from this week’s snowstorm, and with more snowfall headed our way Saturda…
Hello? Tap. Tap. I figured I’d stop in to say we’re still alive. Blogging has been sparse lately, I know. To those who actually stop by everyday, I apologize. There just hasn’t been much to write about recently — no interesting bee…
I finished up some projects at work early on Friday, and since I just happened to have my range bag in the car, I headed up to the Indoor Range for some trigger time. I briefly considered hitting the outdoor range, but that would have involved a trip h…
I caught myself singing the chorus of this song at this at work the other day. I think my co-workers were concerned.Yes, I actually own the original 45, the one with the “B” side recorded backwards.
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Even if you didn’t watch the Super Bowl on Sunday, you’ve probably heard that the craft beer community has its collective knickers in a twist over a Budweiser ad that poked fun at craft beer fans. In case you missed it, watch now…Within just seconds …
Each morning during the aforementioned week, I loaded my range gear in the car as I headed to work, hoping that perhaps, this day, I’d be able to sneak out for a lunchtime break. Alas, it was not to be. (Once I got as far as setting my status to away, …
Today is the Feast Day of St. Brigid of Ireland, one of our family’s favorite Saints. Her legendary association with my favorite beverage often overshadows her deeds of charity and compassion.Previous musings about St. Brigid can be found here.
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It was one of those weeks. Late nights at work. Early mornings at work. Little time for anything else, except sleep. By Thursday evening I was running on fumes, but I managed to meet Colleen and our friend Checkered Flag for dinner at Park Lane Tavern….
Didn’t take long for this to come true.As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at las…
It was raining hard and a big puddle had formed in front of an Irish pub.An old man stood beside the puddle holding a stick with a string on the end and jiggled it up and down in the water. A curious gentleman asked what he was doing.‘Fishing,’ rep…
